more animals...

btw...some other guys have some really wicked stuff they are preparing for you

[Headless Horsemen walks to the dry cleaner...]
Clerk: Here's you're head, sir.
H.H.: OMG! What'd the fuck did you do it?
Clerk: We rebuilt it.
H.H: Why?
Clerk: Because we...have...the technology. [Dramatically serious expression]
[H.H. pulls out his Hardballer and caps the guy in the forehead.]
H.H.: lousy commie pricks messing with my motherfucking dismembered head.
